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By RebeccaBeth_88 Date: 2010 Oct 24 Comment on this Work [[2010.10.24.14.43.6828]] |
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Sometimes I'm not sure what to say--or how to say it. Is what I'm feeling important? Last night, I was enraptured by the scent of a waterfall. What is it that's so calming about the sound of rushing water--or the quiet trickle of rain or the river running over the rocks? Maybe it's the quiet, the recharge of the soul. Maybe it's stopping to notice the green. Maybe it's stopping to look at the near microscopic creatures on the surface of the leaves and water. Maybe it's believing that a picture torn out of a fairytale is reality. Maybe the desire in me is mourning--my soul mourning for the loss of Eden, the loss of beauty---the part of me that claims, seeks that stillness within nature, the awe of God's workmanship---the glimpse that perfection once existed on the Earth. It's staring into the window at something that once was and will be, but currently is not---a restlessness that draws me away from the business of life. |